At this moment, Lin Fei felt as if his entire soul were about to shatter.
For there, below the right shoulder of the Soul Puppet he had just slain, was a mark. It was a pattern of a winter jasmine flower. The placement of the brand, the shape of the pattern, and the very technique used to sear it into the skin were all devastatingly familiar to him. It was a mark Lin Fei had etched himself, using an extreme flame. Although the brand had stretched and shifted as she grew, he recognized it instantly.
Yes, there was only one woman in all the world who bore such a winter jasmine brand on her back. It was his daughter, Lin Chun’er, the child he worried over day and night.
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